The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

   After listening to Zhou Hexuan's analysis of the origin of the October Revolution, Leonard frowned and asked, "Does Mr. Zhou, like those Bolsheviks, think that the Russian revolution was just and progressive?"

   Once Zhou Hexuan admits it, it will be defined as a red molecule. He smiled slyly: "Justice and progress, it depends on who. Just like the French Revolution, which was a rebellion for the emperor, justice for the insurgents, and it eventually became a national Sexual riots. Who can tell? I think only history can give the answer."

"That's a rebellion, not a revolution!" Ivanova roared hysterically. "They not only executed the Tsarist nobles, but also expelled thinkers, artists and scholars. The peasants lived even more miserably than in Tsarist Russia. Five years ago* ***** tens of millions of people starved to death!"

   Zhou Hexuan resisted the urge to roll his eyes and reminded: "Ma'am, the total population of Russia is only over 100 million."

  Ivanova shouted: "Thousands of millions starved to death, at least one-third of Russians died of famine because the Soviet government stole their food! That's a bunch of executioners!"

   "Ma'am, please calm down," Pan Peter comforted a little, and asked Zhou Hexuan expectantly, "Mr. Zhou, do you think the Soviet regime can be maintained? When will it collapse?"

   Zhou Hexuan thought for a while and said, "I have studied their various policies for nearly ten years, and I can predict that as long as there is a strong and iron-fisted figure leading the Soviet Union, the country will develop at an unimaginable speed."

   "Why did you come to this judgment?" Leonard involuntarily used the tone of asking for advice.

Zhou Hexuan said: "The economic policy of the Soviet Union in recent years has a tendency to abandon agriculture and light industry and develop heavy industry. It is a large country with a vast territory and a large population. As long as it follows this path, its heavy industry will develop faster than others. Several times the size of the country, it is possible to achieve the equivalent of 100 years of growth in the United States in 20 years.”

   Peter Pan said, "How could it be possible to give up agriculture and light industry, so that the Soviets don't need to eat or dress?"

"The same can be said," Zhou Hexuan said coldly, "they only need to meet the basic needs of more than 100 million people, and use the rest of the money to develop the industrial system. Many people will starve to death, and many people will be killed. , but the whole country is able to develop rapidly.”

  The living room was dead silent. Everyone was imagining the kind of society Zhou Hexuan described. As the upper class, they shuddered.

After a long time, Leonard suddenly said eagerly: "Mr. Zhou, I would like to invite you to write for the Beijing-Tianjin Times, and I can even recommend your article to the British Times."

   Peter Pan also said quickly, "Mr. Zhou, I hope your theories and views can be published in the "Linxi Daily".

  In today’s Western world, there is only instinctive fear and hostility towards the Soviet Union, and no one has done in-depth research on it, and even the Soviet Union itself has not yet determined a development path. After the world economic crisis in 1929, the capitalist countries represented by the United Kingdom and the United States fell into a quagmire, while the economic situation of the Soviet Union was very good, and the world had a strong interest in it.

   The Chinese in the living room were shocked when they heard the collective invitation from two foreign language newspapers. They just thought they were listening to the story, and felt that Zhou Hexuan was very eloquent, but at this moment they realized that Zhou Hexuan really had something in his mind.

   Puyi, Wanrong, Lu Jingyan, and Xu Ziquan all looked at Zhou Hexuan in surprise, only Chen Shaomei didn't react to this, because he didn't understand English well, so he didn't know what everyone was talking about.

   Facing the invitation of the two, Zhou Hexuan smiled and said, "I happen to have some manuscripts in my hand, I don't know..."

   "Linxi Daily News is willing to pay a high price of 6 yuan per thousand words!" Peter Pan said without authorization, but he was just a reporter, and he had no right to set prices for manuscripts.

   Leonard is the deputy editor-in-chief of the Beijing-Tianjin Times. He smiled and said, "We are willing to pay 10 yuan per thousand words."

   This Nima is sky-high!

   Zhou Hexuan didn't want to offend anyone, he suggested: "Two gentlemen, let's do this. My manuscript is published in the "Linxi News" and "Beijing-Tianjin Times" at the same time, and the manuscript fee is 5 yuan per thousand words."

  Leonard and Peter Pan looked at each other, and they seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding. They nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, that's it."

Zhou Hexuan became a popular figure in the salon. After that, everyone revolved around him. Literature, art, religion, history, and customs in Europe and the United States... It seems that he is omniscient, knows everything, and can speak well on any topic. , which made everyone even more surprised.

   In fact, Zhou Hexuan is not that great, and his understanding of many fields is only superficial. But the people here are not experts, enough to fool him, and occasionally expressing some views of later generations can make these guys astonished.

   Not to mention Empress Wanrong, even Lu Jingyan, a woman with a fiancé, looked at Zhou Hexuan with splendid eyes, full of admiration and admiration.

   After everyone discussed Shelley's poetry, today's salon finally came to an end.

  Marion held Zhou Hexuan's hand with a smile and said, "Mr. Zhou, today's salon is very exciting and meaningful. Why don't you stay here for dinner. When my husband comes home, he must be very happy to exchange ideas with you."

   "Madame, thank you for your hospitality, but I still have some things to do tonight, next time." Zhou Hexuan politely refused, he knew the essence of overdoing it and getting it right.

   "I'm looking forward to the next meeting." Marion said happily. The more wonderful her salon, the more face she will have in the circle, and it will be a matter of discussion to return to Paris in a few years.

  Everyone said their goodbyes and left. Puyi deliberately stayed for a while, then leaned over to Zhou Hexuan and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhou, where are you now?"

Zhou Hexuan started to play, his expression was helpless with anger, and he smiled bitterly: "I wrote a martial arts novel a while ago, and the commander Chu Yupu likes to read it, so he sent someone to invite me to the commander's mansion, and forced me to I became his foreign secretary."

   Puyi was very disgusted with Chu Yupu, and said with the enemy: "That's a bastard! Mr. Zhou, you are too subservient to follow him."

   "But I can't do anything about it. There is a big head soldier following me all day. Unless I flee Tianjin directly, I won't dare to disobey his orders." Zhou Hexuan said half-truth.

Puyi finally revealed his true intentions, and said sincerely: "Mr. Zhou, why don't you help me. You can temporarily stay with Chu Yupu as an inner responder, secretly make plans for me, with your peerless talent, as long as we work together , you will definitely be able to do great things!"

   It is said that Puyi's heart is higher than the sky, and his life is thinner than paper, and now he still wants to regain the throne. It is a pity that there is a huge shortage of talents under him, only one Kang Youwei is actively running, and the other vassals are all outdated survivors.

   Not to mention counselors, Puyi was in short supply at the moment, and there were only a few eunuchs and palace maids who came out of the palace with him. According to the development of history, he will sell antique calligraphy and paintings next year, and invite martial artists to expand the guard, including Huo Dange, the eldest disciple of Li Shuwen.

   Zhou Hexuan was noncommittal, smiled and said, "Let me think about it."

   Puyi felt like there was a show, and was overjoyed immediately, and said, "It's all up to Mr.

   Zhou Hexuan ignored it, walked out and shouted to the side room: "Shuanzhu, back to the commander's mansion!"

   Puyi was quite excited, he felt that he was about to recruit a great sage. Zhou Hexuan's performance in the salon just now not only won the praise of many foreigners, but also shocked Pu Yi. He is in urgent need of such a counselor who is familiar with the world situation.

   "Can it be done?" Wanrong asked worriedly, she didn't want to be a queen, she just wanted to live a peaceful and leisurely life. In her opinion, the Tianjin Concession is much more interesting than the deserted imperial palace.

  Puyi clenched his hands into fists and encouraged himself: "I will definitely succeed! I am the emperor, I am the emperor, and I was born to rule China!"

  Wanrong didn't say a word, she just looked at Zhou Hexuan's distant back curiously, that person gave her a strange feeling that she couldn't explain.